Chapter 593 Adalia Was Poisoned and Lost Her Voice
Fiorello truly raised Adalia as his daughter and even planned her future.
But no one could have predicted such an event.
Fiorello often dreamt of Adalia; her disappearance left him feeling empty inside.
Maggie went out every day to look for her, ignoring all attempts to dissuade her. Worried about Maggie's safety, Fiorello had Brian follow her every day.
Dulce also frequently visited Maggie to console her.
At this moment, Maggie was wandering alone on the street, with Brian following at a distance, not daring to get too close.
Unknowingly, Maggie arrived at the entrance of Isabella's former coffee shop. The shop had since been transferred and was now a clothing store.
Maggie stood at the entrance of the clothing store, lost in memories of the past.
When Isabella's new shop opened, Maggie, who was pregnant, came to help. That was a year ago.
Back then, she was happy and content, her daughter was healthy and lively, and she and Fiorello were looking forward to the birth of their son. Now, she only had Fiorello left, and nothing else.
"What are you thinking about? Your daughter?"
At some point, someone had come to stand beside her.
Maggie turned around to see that it was Isabella.
Since her disfigurement, Isabella always wore a scarf over her face when she went out, revealing only her eyes. Her neck and face were wrapped tightly.
Seeing Isabella suddenly appear, Maggie felt inexplicably irritated and cold.
Isabella looked at the store entrance and said, "I often come here to look too. I invested all my money into opening that coffee shop and managed it with great care. Back then, I had many suitors and was quite the sensation. James was sentenced to ten years; for someone like him, death would be a relief."
Isabella spoke to herself, and Maggie did not respond.
Isabella continued, "How is your life after marrying Fiorello? You must be having a hard time. Your daughter is missing, and you must be living in pain every day, just like me."
This remark made Maggie's heart skip a beat, and her gaze towards Isabella became sharper.
She had forgotten that there was someone who hated her, and that was Isabella.
Maggie stared directly at Isabella, not revealing her suspicion, and asked calmly, "What have you been up to lately?"
"Staying at home. Looking like this, I scare people wherever I go," Isabella said self-deprecatingly. "I don't have the glamorous life of Mrs. Flores. Losing one child is nothing; you can still have more with Fiorello. Isn't that right? People need to look forward."
"Thank you for your advice. I couldn't understand it before, but now I do. I'm still young, I have a husband that others envy, and we can have as many children as we want. But you, no man would dare come near you," Maggie deliberately provoked Isabella. "You were wrong; I'm not in pain, and I will find my daughter."
"The police haven't found her after all this time. She's probably just a pile of bones now," Isabella mocked. "Maggie, can you still have children? I almost forgot, you had a miscarriage last time, and your uterus was damaged. You probably can't have any more."
"Isabella," Maggie thought of her murdered son, and the hatred in her chest almost made her lose control. "At least I've experienced motherhood. What about you, Isabella? You'll be alone for the rest of your life."
"I won't be alone for the rest of my life," Isabella said, turning and walking away.
She was holding on to see how much Maggie would suffer.
As long as Maggie was in pain, she wouldn't let her have peace.
Even if she married into the Flores family, she would have to endure the daily pain of losing her daughter.
It had been over three months since Adalia disappeared.
Isabella got into her car and drove around the streets before heading to the house she once shared with James.
She had thought about selling the house but decided to keep it.
The house was on the first floor, with two more floors below, making it a duplex.
Isabella entered the first floor and walked down the stairs from the living room to the basement. She headed straight to a room.
The room was locked with chains. Isabella unlocked it and pushed the door open.
She turned on the light, illuminating the room. Adalia, chained to the bed, stared at Isabella with fear in her eyes.
The room was well soundproofed. Adalia had been locked here for three months, her voice silenced by poison, and chained up, making escape impossible. She couldn't call for help.
Adalia's eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Isabella, but she didn't dare to move or hide.
Isabella threw a piece of bread to Adalia and sat down on the sofa, talking to herself, "I just saw your mom. She's become very haggard. She must be living in pain every day, just like me. Your mom said I would be alone for the rest of my life. I won't be, Adalia. As long as you're here with me, I won't be alone."
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